The Sun Will Shine on Us Again Brother Response
The sun volition shine on us once more
Words: 1459
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR AVENGERS: ENDGAME
A/N: The first set up-it fic out of quite a few to come. I cried a slap-up deal today and I cannot aid just experience keen disappointment and anger even though, with our Loki TV series coming, I'm not ready to surrender my hopes simply even so. But—we got each other's backs, guys. ♥ Call up y'all tin always talk to me. It's not silly to exist mourning and to feel then strongly attached to a fictional character. Information technology'due south not empty-headed to be unbelievably mad and wanting to fling curse words about as long as y'all don't actually personally assail whatever of the actors or even the directors. Hither's a tight hug for y'all all. ♥
"What do you hateful, he's gone?" There were many things the Avengers would take kindly in never having to deal with. Thor beingness this furious was i of those things—even if his newly gained potbelly and messy beard and hair made much less of an intimidating impact than he ordinarily would accept made when he was enraged. His voice roared through his rather bedraggled house nonetheless.
"He took the Tesseract and disappeared. We don't know where he went." The response came later on a 2d of silence.
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Valkyrie, having just followed him back within, raised an eyebrow. Curiously, she crossed her arms before her chest and leaned against the threshold.
"There wasn't exactly much time for that, Thor. We, including you, were all decorated killing Thanos and saving the universe." Suspension. "Await. Steve returned the stones, he airtight the timelines. At that place is no way Loki escaped."
Simply that was not the point, at present was information technology? Thor hung up without a discussion of bye.
"What was that all nearly?" Valkyrie inquired.
It certainly wasn't about Loki escaping. This was about promise he had idea to accept long lost. It was about his footling blood brother surviving.
Thor pressed his lips together to a thin line. Information technology could have been beautiful, the sunrise. Warm beams itch over the horizon and magicking thousands of diamonds onto the water surface. Information technology could have been right, afterwards he was done, afterwards the fight had been won, peaceful. But it wasn't. One thing was missing. Someone.
Information technology was tragic, really. Shameful. He had non idea about Loki in so long. Only one time, he had imagined him being back, sitting on the sofa with him and Korg and Miek, sipping beer and playing Fortnite. Thor bit back a express mirth. Oh, that would be fun. But now… now, instead of mourning his dead brother, he didn't fifty-fifty know if Loki was indeed still out there, alive.
"What in the ix realms happened to yous, blood brother?"
Thor froze. He looked upward, staring at the bright dot forming the rising sun in front end of him—he spun around then fast he most lost his residue, stumbling forrad but a few steps. It took his eyes a 2d to get used to the lack of light now that he had turned his back to both the saddest and happiest sunrise in his life.
Surely, they were playing a flim-flam on him now. Perhaps he had gone mad from all the ale and beer and pointless video games he had consumed in a drastic attempt to forget. To forget nigh his failure. His loss. Surely, he was hallucinating.
Merely he was non. In that location he stood, his green glaze fluttering in the low-cal Norwegian breeze, that cheeky, mischievous smirk Thor had never believed he would ever miss so much growing on his lips the moment their eyes met.
Loki tilted his head slightly, eyeing the Thunderer from head to toe. Information technology would take been the right moment for Thor to feel aback for letting himself go, even afterwards all that occurred. Truth be told, however, he couldn't care less.
"Just a bit of, uh… ale and… Loki…" He drifted off, at loss for words equally if he ran out of jiff. In a way, he did.
"I see. Well, perhaps you would—"
Loki did not get to terminate his sentence. He gasped for air, his thin lips parting when Thor approached him with but 1, adamant step and wrapped his arms around him so tightly he panted, his blue eyes darting around frantically in a futile try to grasp what was happening.
He had almost forgotten what a hug felt like—even more so from his own brother. He would have expected anything. Anger, thwarting, mistrust and hostility was what he had gotten used to dealing with. Not affection. Not…
Loki tensed, frowning barely noticeably when he felt something warm and moisture running downwardly his neck right where Thor had cached his face up in the raven drapery of his hair, followed by a silent sob struggling to escape his lips. Tears. Loki closed his optics, his mouth all the same hanging open slightly.
For usually, his movements were graceful and calculated, it was now that he did not quite know what to practice with his hands and just for just a cursory second, he even wondered… hoped… that he had accidentally travelled back to the incorrect dimension. One where he was truly dead and Thor a mere joke of what he had one time been. After Thanos. After the snap.
All of the explanations resting on a featherbrained mistake he had made when using the Tesseract he found easier to cope with, easier to understand.
This was new, and nonetheless, when he finally brought himself to reciprocate Thor'south heart-breaking hug, it suddenly seemed similar the easiest affair in all of the nine realms.
"You're alive…" Thor finally uttered. "I thought you dead."
It was condign a habit. Only this time, Thor was not entirely wrong. Loki had had a long journey and for many agonising moments, he had doubted himself that he would make it—that he would go on the promise he had made to his just blood brother.
"I was." Eventually, the God of Thunder pulled abroad, looking Loki dead in the eye—his hands still holding on to his shoulders. "You should know Thanos would not have let both of us alive." At that place. He had said it. Merely now that he had spoken the words out loud did he experience the gravity of what they held. His sacrifice. His will to die to salvage Thor and one-half of the universe.
"Thank you, brother. Truly. For everything. I couldn't… I… I remembered my final words to y'all. I'm sorry. Y'all are not… the worst." More tears were burning in his eyes, his unwieldiness calculation to his heartfelt attempt not to interruption down and weep until mountains and continents shifted because of thunder and lightning he would summon during his emotional turmoil.
And Loki, accepting that this was the closest Thor would ever get to complimenting and forgiving him for now, smirked at him once again.
"I… I met Mother, Loki."
His face up fell. "What?" He breathed.
"I met Mother. The rabbit and I, when we travelled dorsum in fourth dimension, back to when Jane had captivated the Aether. I met her. We talked."
Loki took a deep breath. "Did she know you were not… you?"
"Mother always knows, doesn't she?" He paused, patting Loki'south shoulder in the same mode he had right before Thanos had destroyed any prosperity of peace and hope he had ever possessed. "She is proud of us, Loki."
Nodding, the God of Mischief blinked, scaring abroad the tears his own optics were willing to shed, an overwhelming blitz of thousands of heart-breaking emotions washing over him. What he needed now was a distraction and he needed information technology quickly.
"Then this… is your… New Asgard? This is where you decided to rule?" He inquired, raising his arms in a playfully scornful manner.
"Yeah, about that… I… might take crowned Valkyrie queen of Asgard before."
Once once more on this 24-hour interval, Loki'south face up brutal, replaced past an incredulous expression. "Tell me you did non."
"Oh, Loki. We both know I was never meant to exist a male monarch. I probably would have crowned you lot if you had been here earlier."
The God of Mischief chuckled. Surely, he could non mean it and yet, he withal received them gratefully, flattered that such words would escape Thor's lips in the outset place. But… Loki narrowed his eyes. Ruling a people now seemed and then unimportant, then insignificant. He had not thought about what would come afterward. No. That was a lie. For he had. Loki had imagined Thor and himself going split ways afterwards today's reunion—he had imagined the spiteful and gruff words directed at him for letting him believe he had deceased yet again. He had non imagined a warm welcome.
Contently, Thor turned back to the shore to watch the sunrise reach its peak. "Valkyrie will do a great job. New Asgard will be in good hands."
Loki looked up at him, lips pursed, his blueish gaze following Thor's. He had called the right place for their people. It was magnificent.
Moments of peaceful silence passed, the warm spring lord's day joining them as a hopeful and encouraging companion.
"And where will you lot go now?" He dared ask, his fear of rejection and loneliness he had been living with for and then long pumping through his veins similar liquid fire. Thor shrugged.
"I don't know yet. You lot are coming with me, are y'all, brother?"
Loki smiled, genuinely, glancing upward at the horizon.
"I told y'all: The dominicus would shine on the states again."
A/N:
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